Women

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It was a field,

Just not in my vision
It was how I brought,
Not my decision
And I welcome myself into this world
As the girl that hasn’t known too much about the heard of
We laugh a little bit too much
I can’t untouch my mind
My find is so free
It’s like we’ve been waking, shaking on barefoot destiny
The destiny
It’s lessened me
We are too close to the same to be shamed
We are too far a long to think about
Whatever scar remains
We’re an old body
A different mind
Our colours seperate
But our groups strive on
Like a motion never raised
Like a notion never praised
Like a thought never razed never here
Wasting our words that run on
Living our years that gun on
At least we’re closer to the near
Now we’ve been a mother
A father
A goner
A lover
A teacher, a sat on bleacher
A reacher, a preacher
We’ve been every sort of believer
To represent the 50 percent, but we’re smarter to resonate rather than to segregate quietly
Our crayons are rays that dive on, our thoughts are potions that thrive on silently.
We are women we are beasts, we are every sort of sugar spice sweet death machine
We can fight and fight for rights to be nothing but the same, everyone can and we can do it again.
The destiny
It’s lessened me
We are too close to the same to be shamed
We are too far a long to think about
Whatever scar remains
We’re an old body
A different mind
Our colours seperate
But our groups strive on
Like a motion never raised
Like a notion never praised
Like a thought never razed never here
Wasting our words that run on
Living our years that gun on
At least we’re closer to the near

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